Perfidious Albion, Chapter Sixteen

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He grimaced slightly as they approached the end point of the march, where they would be demonstrating. The army was already lined up alongside the police, prepared for them. He had expected nothing less, but it did sadden him a fair bit.

While he was most certainly young, he was still aware that he was being watched. Well, he was basically entirely sure that BTC was here...there...over there...nearby. But he wasn’t the only one watching him and that was...weird? Less than pleasant.

The watcher was watching him, yes. But this watcher was also watching BTC, which meant...

...

Which meant that he was probably Army Intelligence.

     Shit.

Then the other people watching weren’t and...ah.

He felt constrained. Someone else was determining the path, and the most he could do was choose to fight it or not.

In the end, the choice only really came down to what would help him survive this bullshit. At least he had a therapist to talk to once it was all over?

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NO

Everything hurt. She felt someone dragging her backwards, towards an ambulance, but she didn’t stop screaming and flailing.

She had to get to her son.

     Stop, stop, my son, where are they...

They were taking her son.

     No. Can’t let them.

She couldn’t let them do that, she had to get to him.

Her voice was starting to give out, but she was going to keep going until she
Everything started to turn grey.

She’d find whoever made tranquilizers and punch them. Very hard. When she was awake again.

          A mac¹

                    Ní mo mhac!²

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It wasn’t entirely unpleasant to be this disjointed, however, he knew that he’d come crashing back down at some point and that would hurt. Probably would happen when they…got wherever they were going. Probably the army base.

     Everything was crackling.

The main plus side to this was that he didn’t currently hurt although he damn well knew he would. He wondered if he would end up passing out from it when they got there. Hoped not. Would be more unpleasant that way.

     He could hear, but faintly.

He tried to take stock of his injuries. He knew that there was some kind of gas canisters, but he wasn’t sure what of his injuries came from that (he did know that that was what had knocked over mamaí) and what had come from the army blithely dragging him away.

    It hurt to breathe.

        Keep breathing. Have to.

He prayed that she didn’t breath in very much of the stuff from that. He knew that one had gone off near him as well (was it the same one? He saw it bounce off mamaí and then...he wasn’t sure).

From previous discussions with his older cousins, he should, at some point, get taken to see someone on the base (if that was in fact where they were going, and all signs pointed to yes) to get his injuries checked out. Like the clinic, except…worse. Well, everything was worse on an army base.

        Did they follow the Hippocratic oath anymore?

Was he...bleeding? No? Or was. Was bleeding. Was not now bleeding. Would bleed again?
Something…was definitely sprained. More than one something. Being restrained was not doing any wonders on that front. If he wasn’t so disjointed right now he’d be mad about it, but that would have taken too much… effort…and besides, it wouldn’t get him unrestrained if he was angry. He could be angry later.

    Later. Again. Circular.

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She stared up at the ceiling, yet again trapped in a hospital.

This time being trapped was a bit more literal. She noted that she had been restrained to the bed at some point and wonder what the point of that was. She knew that Pól must have been taken to the army base and there was no way in hell she’d manage to get in there, so there was no point in trying to prevent her from leaving.

Finally, finally, a doctor (or was he a nurse? It didn’t matter. Someone medical) came into the room. She stared at him as he walked over to her and stood by the head of the bed.

“Hello.”

“Where is my son??” She hissed at him.

He blinked in surprise at her.

“I was about to tell you that he was taken to the local army base, and that we don’t know anything more about him at this time. I’m sorry.”

She was pissed, but it wasn’t their fault.

“Fine. When the hell can I leave here, and who the fuck restrained me?”

“Um. You were combative when you came in. I can release you, but you need to stay overnight or things will get worse.” He looked very dubious at the prospect that she would actually stay put. How rude.

“It’s not like I can get to my son right now, so yes, get rid of the god damned restraints.”

“Yes, yes.” He came over and removed the restraints from her arms and legs. “You took a good hit from one of the gas canisters and went down, we want to make sure you don’t have a head injury and that everything is healing back up nicely.”

“So, basically, the earliest is tomorrow?”

“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry about that.”

“Unless you can make it sooner, don’t bother being sorry.” She only wanted her son back safe, she didn’t care what happened to her right now.

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Pyro winced as he lay on his side on the bed in the cell. Theoretically, they should take him to see a doctor or nurse or something at some point soon. He hoped. How much time had...?





Notes, Translations, etc

¹ Her son

² Not my son!